Magic biscotti

The other day, Monday, I think, I woke up feeling rather lousy. I was pretty run down, probably from doing too much, and felt like I had a fever. So I spent most of the day trying to rest. I took Tylenol and Motrin, which alleviated the body aches and helped me sleep. Then mail arrived, and in it was a box from Mom which was crammed with peanuts and four Ziplocs stuffed with chocolate biscotti, among other stuff. Some had walnuts (yes, Dennis, walnuts) and some had cayenne. I saved the cayenne ones for myself and offered up the walnut ones for general consumption. Well the secret got out pretty soon, and all the guys started in eating them. As I had been sleeping all day, and not eating, I figured I had better keep up, so I ate about 12 of them. Those, combined with the nap made me pretty wired, and it was tough falling back to sleep that night. But I slept great and woke up the next day feeling fine. I figure the credit goes to all the biscotti I ate. Magic.